Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Long Lost Notes

Monday night while I was at work, I was looking on my I-touch to see what my crazy ass schedule had in mind for me for the rest of the week.

I always check under ‘notes’ because my kids are always leaving me messages, like: U RCK , or I <3 class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">weren't accusing me of being Rick, and that I was not less than 3 I thought it was precious too!

I am sure that at some point in my life I will wish I still had someone begging me for pizza and writing encrypted notes that I barely understand. In the mean time I ran across some Henry notes. Apparently I have started writing notes to myself about the silly things that he does, unremembered by me. I am not sure what that says about my mental stability, but I did laugh at them and thought I would share the first one with you.

Henry had been carrying a beanie baby crab around and we asked if he had named it. He said “Yeah, of course. Its name is Lightbalm from Phillip”

We all laughed, and apparently I wrote it down in my notes because it seemed a very random Henry experience. I didn't realize until I read it back to myself that perhaps he just named his crab after a commercial for Phillips Light bulbs... hmmmm perhaps the TV is beginning to seep into his brain...The hour a day may need to be cut down!

Well that is all I can say for today…I am headed off for a meeting that Henry is going to have to sit through since his father is up north tonight…so I ought to have some more material by tomorrow, it is a school board meeting...Lord knows what kinds of creative budget ideas he will propose!

About Me

I used PIE, my nickname. When I was born, my father said "poor little pie face, she is so ugly no one will want to marry her, she will keep us warm in our old age." Yes it is true, and it stuck...so now, I am known as pie. This is how my journey started…NICE. I am a SAHM...which explains my brand of crazy. I live in Maine, just had another kid, and am feeling like I need to relocate to a shoe. My brother in-law and my sister convinced me that somehow, my life may be interesting to the masses…my secret thought is, as I sit at the bar in their house telling them about my life, they are thinking, “she is one crazy MoFo.” So this could just be their way of documenting it before they drop me off at the door of an institution. None the less, I have decided to give blogging a try. I do, however, worry that I will become the target of a seek and destroy mission led by my in-laws if I mention them too much, I am treading on thin ice as it is :-) Ultimately, writing about my screwed up life, I know I am eventually going to insult someone. So consider this a disclaimer and it is just going to have to cover it for the length of time that I decide to torture you all with my blog